His familiar smell filled her nose and she felt like she was getting suffocated soon.
A big hand surrounded her waist tightly. Her hands were fixed as well, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
Xia Ning stared at the man in front of her, letting him kiss her.
Every young girl wanted to be kissed by someone they liked. It was a sweet feeling that made the girls feel like they were the princesses in fairy tales.
When she was into him back then, sometimes, she would dream of him kissing her. Every time, she would wake up with a smile.
But when she was finally married to him and became the closest person to him, he told her with his coldness that fairy tales were not real and sweet dreams were just dreams.
Feeling the stiffness of the person below him, Qiao Yu opened his eyes which happened to catch her cold gaze. His heart tightened at once and he let her go slowly.
